A/N: Short drabble piece, written on tumblr for Harry's birthday. Enjoy!
Lily looked down at the small bundle in her arms. Only a few hours ago, she had given birth and she had been lying there with her son in her arms ever since.
Her son, she thought, as a smile erupted across her face.
The small (Impossibly small!) child was fast asleep. Lily ran her fingers over the tufts of black hair poking out of his blankets and then over his cheeks, before resting her index finger in the palm of his tiny hand.
"How is he?" James walked through the doorway, matching his wife's smile.
"He's perfect."
James strode over to Lily, settled down next to her on the bed and kissed the top of her head.
"He gets that from you."
"Did you see his hair?"
"He gets that from me."
"Disappointed?"
"I was hoping for a ginger."
The young couple laughed and James put his arm around his wife. Lily leaned into him, and the three of them sat in silence. For nine months, Lily Potter had forgone her job as an Auror to carry this child. She watched her husband in the midst of a war, causing her so much worry that she was scared it'd affect the child she was carrying. The restlessness, the worry, even the war didn't matter when she was laying there with James and their beautiful baby boy.
A few moments passed and then, ever so slowly, the child opened his eyes.
"Green. Just like his mother." James kissed her cheek gently.
"At least he got something from me. He's a Potter, through and through."
"Harry James Potter. Our perfect son."